No, you feel the need to leave

The shame was too strong. Strong enough to give you the slightest burst of energy. You quickly sit up, reaching down and pulling your panties back into place before doing the same with your skirt. Then you stood. At first, your knees were so wobbly that you almost fell right back down. You managed to catch yourself though, placing your hand on your boyfriend's ankle. You quickly withdrew your hand though, feeling too ashamed of yourself to even touch him.

You turn then and staggered for the door. Only once you opened it did you turn and look back at your boyfriend. You felt like crying again. You just had to go somewhere else and deal with this. There was no way you could let him see you like this if he happened to wake up. But where to go? Maybe you could find your friend, Stacy. Tell her everything. Maybe her boyfriend could find the guy and kick his ass even. Or maybe you should just go get fresh air, or go downstairs and get shit-faced to the point that you forget everything that happened--unless of course you really do end up pregnant.

You close the door behind you and find yourself faced with three options.